Garfield accompanied Yelena, through the areas she must know before she could reach his office.“As you can see, here everyone dedicates their souls for their reasons so that everything works out. Nothing goes out of the plan, and even if it does, we have supernovas to back us up.”“What are supernovas?”“Let's say it's the 13 strongest warriors who work for our association. They have gifts, and are like heroes to us. But here we also have exceptional workers. Like here inside this glass cage”Yelena and Garfield stopped in front of a glass cage where 3 men with huge physiques faced a man without excess muscles, very fit who seemed very focused on what he was about to do. They all wore protection, and it was a visible 3 VS 1 fight. The muscular and huge men approached the much smaller one.“POW!” the first of those huge men took a blow to the head and went at the others, knocking them down.The medium-sized man who had landed the blow spat out his mouth guard, and behind the glass cag
There was even in her new locker a gym uniform customized for her, so that she could do the requested physical training.*Well, Garfield didn't seem to want me to continue seeing what was going on inside the glass cage. Worse things may happen than I've seen. How am I going to handle this activity? Will be evaluated by what I see here*Yelena still had her doubts about all that, and about Garfield, and so she looked up his name in the system. She didn't know his surname, but there were pictures of all the Make A Wish Garfield's, and she found the one she knew.*What? Is he in charge of this building? It can't be… but it's all here undoubtedly. F*ck, I'm going to have to do a lot of unexpected stuff. Just when I thought I wouldn't need to leave my compartment for today*Yelena went down to the Glass Cage, and the man she had previously found there beating those three huge men was still there. He was sitting in the middle of the arena, just waiting for Yelena to approach the venue.Yele
Arlin was walking through the streets of New Tork, a city located on the American continent, a continent that in recent centuries has begun to take over the reins of the world and which has plenty of people with money.It was hard to find Arlin bathed in daylight, alone smoking his cigar on that cold day, without worrying about people looking at him and thinking he was too young to look like an old millionaire with eccentric habits. He had a meeting at a club reserved only for powerful people, self-made people who had managed to keep themselves wealthy for at least 10 years.Arlin wasn't used to that kind of whim. But as he was used to stepping out of his comfort zone, he accepted the invitation because, in addition to being profitable, he always had the situation under control, even if it didn't seem like it.To get into that club, on the top floor of Big Ban, New Tork's most famous skyscraper, you needed a VIP card and there were other secret touches you had to do until it was tim
That butler was still trembling, because he had realized that the mistake he had made was big.“What's up Arlin, one of my employees treated you badly?” Sterick tried to make sense of the situation as he looked at the butler who was still mute, looking at Arlin in alarm. Arlin now showed his demonic side, and the facial expression he had on his face was far from that calm person who until recently smoked his cigarette.“No Sterick, let me discipline your employee. If you allow me, of course”“You're up to Arlin, what's mine been yours on several occasions, and you know it.”“Great!” Arlin was dressed in a dark blue suit with white stripes that suited him very well. The buttons on his coat were gold, and he wore cuffs at the end of his shirt. Cuffs that matched the blue tie he wore, which was also adorned with a gold badge.He looked almost like a mobster with that hairstyle where his hair lay to the right side, without the use of gel, and he wore a long black velvet coat. He continued
“Steeeppp! Steeeppp!” Gabriel walked around his mansion in a secret condominium, a mansion he had won for his high-risk services performed on behalf of Make A Wish. He walked towards his basement.Gabriel was walking shirtless and showing off his sculptural male body, he looked like Hercules in a human version. That mansion was empty of furniture and had two cars in the garage. Although they were top of the range, one of them was new, but had an accentuated dust as if it had never been used in its life, and the other looked a little battered. As he entered his basement, something stirred in the darkness.“Hhhhhhh” that man had his mouth covered and couldn't scream out loud, no matter how hard he tried.“Hahaha! I have two more down there. I wanted to keep you for when I felt like doing something with you, and it looks like that day has come. You've been pretty skinny since the last time I saw you” the man, who was trapped by handcuffs attached to titanium chains in the wall, was fed t
Gabriel was on the underground floors of his mansion, carrying a set of keys with him. There were 3 separate doors, and it was impossible to know what he had in each one. Upon opening the first door, Gabriel prepared himself for any reaction. As much as he knew the person inside couldn't do anything against him, Gabriel always took precautions.“Track!” The door opened, and Gabriel flipped the switch, demonstrating the man suspended further back. It was Bill who had the frozen blood painting his head, like he'd taken a beating and never showered again. He was asleep because of the low temperature. Gabriel approached him, “Slap!”, woke Bill with a hard slap that would wake up someone close to death's door.“Oouch! Do you always need to wake me up like this when you come here? Ahhh! It hurts too much. Your strength is not normal. I just don't have my jaw dislocated because it fits again thanks to my flexibility. Yes, I'm very flexible. ““No more jokes. How are you?”“No more jokes, but
“Get out of my way!” Andrew was pushed by a homeless in Sterling Square. It was the memory that surfaced in his mind after he had finished eating his feast at his base of operations. The servants brought him cigars of different flavours so that he could try what caught his attention the most.“You can bring a cigarette, I want to smoke a cigarette,” Andrew asked, and several packs were brought that he didn't even know which one to choose. He decided between the one that looked the most deadly and mind-boggling.Andrew I took a drag on that cigarette and in his mind came memories of when he collected butts to start his day.(Life is a seven-headed animal that decides things in the most unimaginable way possible. I never thought I could be in this position at this time of day, when I usually seek food without luck finding it. Now I own a city and have to decide the next operations)Andrew continued to smoke and while he was doing so, he picked up the phone on the table again.“So I have
Santiago was living so relaxed that he had forgotten that he had work. Whenever he met a new person, he didn't even know what to say about his work. He hadn't worked in so long that he forgot what he was doing concretely. Most of the time when he was drunk, he just said his job was to focus on not dying. Most of the girls or people who heard him laughed at what he said, although he thought there was no more direct way of saying what he did.*Not a message from Gabriel, a call from Hernand. Nobody wants to know about me, apparently. But I should stop thinking about work. I'm on vacation after all*Santiago was relaxed on the only lounge chair occupied inside the 6-star Hotel known as Blonde in a tropical coastal state near Monte Real. It was a perfect country for those looking to rest. There were women everywhere, and most of them were dancers with the best curves. The thing that could only be found in this type of region where the climate was hot and the blood of the people who inhabi